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PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keyman
Producer
JRod
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
You get on my nerves with all that bitchin' (come on)
I'm so locked in with my guys, that's for life, ain't no switchin'
You been funny acting, so I gotta keep my distance
I been solid since I popped right out that coochie, God my witness
I be screaming where the cash at, (ah huh) because I need it
Lord knows I love them bad hoes, (lets go) that's conceited
I done built it from the ground up, (lets go) they ain't believe it
Had to fuck your hoe cause you were playin'
Now we even
Niggas know that I'm the wave now (ah huh) Even Steven
Long Live Jeff he on my tennis chain, I'm still grieving
Plenty nights that we was in that field but I'm still breathing
I done slid in them DM's too many times, why you still teasing?
It feel like I put the city on my back
Kick that door right down and leave him where he at
I can't fuck with none of these niggas, ain't givin' no daps
Might hit the Aria, and bet a hundred on craps, (facts)
Ain't got no gig but I still wake up and get fly, hoe
Every hood, we chase that bag in that Tahoe (on God)
She ain't mine, but for the time, yeah, that my hoe
Now stop that playin' and suck that dick, stop acting shy hoe
You get on my nerves with all that bitchin' (all that bitchin')
I'm so locked in with my guys, that's for life, ain't no switchin'
You been funny acting, so I gotta keep my distance
I been solid since I popped right out that coochie, God my witness
I be screaming where the cash at, (that cash at) because I need it
Lord knows I love them bad hoes, (lets go) that's conceited
I done built it from the ground up they ain't believe it
Had to fuck your hoe cause you were playin'
And now we even
Huh, take my shirt off and the hoes stop breathin'
Who said I won't run up me a B, give me a reason (give me a reason)
Cuz just brought the gas, he throw that pass, and I'm receivin'
She gonna suck this dick and give me gums, feel like she teethin'
Roll it in the leaf and hit the moon, this my season
Put two million up but I ain't Peezy
Boy you crashin' out about these hoes, take it easy
Diamonds they gon' dance on these hoes like Chris Breezy
Tell her I need Marley's, ride me like a Harley (Harley)
She know I'm a playboy, don't confuse me with Carti
Walk right in the section, pull your bitch out the party
Know I need that green on the top, just like parsley
Know this bitch a freak, Imma fuck her on the carpet
Big body Benz, tell valet he can park it
Baby, I'm a boss, a hustler and an artist
Know I got some M's, but I still hustle like I'm starving
Bae, I'm one of them, y'all I'm him, beg your pardon
LA for the day, let's pull them hoes out of la jordan
Oh that boy got juice, he got too much for the carton
Roll that flower up, I told Bo to bring the garden
I put that shit on like a nigga straight from Harlem
Know I'm tryna get it, got some answers for your problems
Hang around some demons, they some goons, they some goblins
(Hang around some demons, they some goons, they some)
You get on my nerves with all that bitchin'
I'm so locked in with my guys, that's for life, ain't no switchin'
You been funny acting, I gotta keep my distance
I been solid since I popped right out that coochie, God my witness
I be screaming where the cash at because I need it
Lord knows I love them bad hoes, that's conceited
I done built it from the ground up, they ain't believe it
Had to fuck your hoe cause you were playin'
And now we even
Writer(s): Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Hunter Ethan Sallis, Christian Chapin
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